When I was a little girl, I remember having various things taped to the door of my bedroom. I can’t picture exactly what was there, but I remember a really revered candy wrapper that I so carefully unfolded, so that I could display it prominently.
(I feel like I should interrupt myself here and say “Hats off!” to my parents [I guess???] for allowing me to make that space my own. I’m not sure I’ll be able to encourage the same creative expression in my girls…at least not on their door. I can foresee myself buying a bulletin board one day, though. And I vow to set my OCD tendencies aside and allow them to accessorize it in random order, if they so choose.)
I haven’t thought about that in eons, but it struck me a couple of days ago when the girls asked to post some artwork on their door.
I try to keep the front of our refrigerator clean, but the side of it is papered with colorful artwork and pictures of friends. Our mantle is home to a rotating display of handmade signs and stand-alone crafts. And I occasionally display holiday-themed artwork over the patio doors in the kitchen.
Artwork has never migrated upstairs.
While Miss Jenny was here a few days ago, she wrote the girls’ names in bubble / block letters and let them color it in. They were so proud of what she did…and what they did to complement it. On a whim, I asked if they’d like to put their masterpieces on their door upstairs, and their eyes instantly lit up with excitement.
I plan to continue to keep the artwork in one area of the house, but this little venture has been a fun one. It’s surprised me how “grown-up” it makes the entrance to their bedroom, though!
Hmmm…maybe I’m just readying myself psychologically for the transition to big-girl beds next month. Who knew that a big-girl door would be the first step?